8 responses to “Our Centre Community: Mark Om Prakash Classen”

  1. Dayadhar

    What a nice gift, to share your expriences with yoga and the community! We greatly enjoyed the words and photos. Sorry we couldn’t make the SS retreat this year, will be there in 2014.
    Om shanti,
    Dayadhar, Joyce, and Hema Elmore

  2. Anna Zach

    I enjoyed reading those memoirs. Always do!. Always wondering: who will be talking next in the next Offerings ? Omprakash, I think I met you at Yoga Conference in Colorado Springs in 1975? Did I? 38 years ago? Are we already so old? All the best to you! Anna

  3. Anusri

    Wonderful! Nice to know more about the paths of old friends! Love and peace from the Midwest, Anusri (Rebecca)

  4. OmPK

    @Dayadhar: We missed your presence this year and lick our lips in anticipation of next year’s arrival.
    @Anna Zach: I was doing kirtan at the Colorado Springs conference in 1984 , I think, but 1975 would have been too early in the morning for me!
    @Anusri: Greetings! Hoping you have enough rain…

  5. Shraddha

    Dear Om Prakash,
    How wonderful to hear your story and see the pictures.

    Love,

    Shraddha

  6. Usha

    Hello Om Prakash,
    Lovely memories – and photos.

    You don’t look the same as you did when you were 19, but I’d swear the way you look hasn’t changed one iota since 1979 – that may be my eyesight. But the way you Be Here now has developed within you affected by being around yoga into an influence for the benefit of others. It’s been so good to know you. I thank you for that.

    I loved the typo – probably an undetected autocorrect – that transformed Babaji from the beatific being he is and be’s, to the beautific. Joh Lennon would have appreciated that one!
    Beaut-error-ific.

    ‘Love you,
    Usha

  7. Usha Rautenbach

    Hello Om Prakash,
    Lovely memories – and photos.

    You don’t look the same as you did when you were 19, but I’d swear the way you look hasn’t changed one iota since 1979 – that may be my eyesight. But the way you Be Here now has developed within you affected by being around yoga into an influence for the benefit of others. It’s been so good to know you. I thank you for that.

    I loved the typo – probably an undetected autocorrect – that transformed Babaji from the beatific being he is and be’s, to the beautific. John Lennon would have appreciated that one!
    Beaut-error-ific.

    ‘Love you,
    Usha

  8. Usha Rautenbach

    The photo of Babaji at sword-play with Sri Nivas and Mahesh in the background also has a compost bin – and its sign.
    There’s a story behind that sign.
    It resembles many another sign around The Land in that era (and the many individual personal chalkboards the children in the school were equipped with – not only for when they were on mauna, which was remarkably often (every school should try it), but also used daily by them the same way schools of old had slate-boards (we were crucially short of paper).
    Bright red signs with white writing were the sign of an internal playful war between two factions – a minority that LOVED the red-painted hardboard ceilings on the main floor, and the way larger faction that tore them down pronto, and put the red to better use.
    (I myself loved the red ceilings – and also the mini chalkboards. I remember each had a hole drilled in one corner for an eraser rag to be tied to with a (very useful) three-inch stringette. These rags became instantly super-dusty with chalk.)
    It is quite odd how rich every old photograph can be with scraps of half-forgotten memories – of people as well as stories. Somehow those red signboards and the mini chalkboards bring Vidyasagar back to me – he did so love to act the grump while secretly endowing the school with many a thoughtful gift for the children’s well-being. Perhaps he drilled those holes in the chalkboards. I know he carefully constructed, out of building scraps, long worktables just the right height for small children seated yogi-style cross-legged on the floor.
    The children called him Videosugar, for sound reasons, and tasty ones. He was very much loved by them. He had a remarkably odd taste in movies. (We used to have a TV and VCR and woodstove where the dining room is now – movies were rented from the Video Shack in Ganges.)
    Memories from a compost bin!

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